Our Snow

I was looking out my window this morning when I saw a truly beautiful sight. Snow falling gently onto the tree branches. Freshly fallen snow is magical for me, and I want other people to stop, and take a moment to just soak it all in. Winter really isn't as bad as people say it is.

A vision of peace as branches are coated in a delicate blanket made of white. Winds blow around you and cover you in a gentle calm. It is silent as snow falls on the rest of The World. It drifts about your face tracing spidery swirls on the woven hat you wear on your head. A small smile appears on your face and I laugh because someone else sees it too.

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